He Is the Way, Truth, and Life
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H. M. Arkansas Writers' Conference, June 2007
From his Father's bosom
Jesus waited, and watched . . .
He who moves mountains
with his finger,
sends the wind whipping
with his breath,
and stills the waves
with a word.
Mortals denied God,
laid claim to his treasures,
dressed themselves in
wanton, selfish desire.
God repented having created
humans, and sent his flood.
His un-measurable love
paved the way for redemption,
poured his own blood,
a cleansing river
to cover sin, and heal
the broken hearts of men.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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